| Well take a ride, just us alone
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| Well find our answers on the road
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| The keys to my car are sitting on the table
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| It won’t be you and me no more
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| Well finally get some time to explore
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| It sounds like a plan were willing and were able
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| When were driving in the fast lane maybe
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| Well find a better way
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| To deal with our troubles baby
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| But until that day
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| Well go our separate ways and stop counting the days
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| Could you see a way out other than this?
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| Could you see a way out other than the road?
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| Its better this way, get used to it
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| Stop holding on to what can’t be fixed
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| Times are hard and they dont get easy til you discard
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| Everything that meant something to you
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| When were driving in the fast lane maybe
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| Well find a better way
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| To deal with our troubles baby
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| But until that day
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| Well go our separate ways and stop counting the days
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| Could you see a way out other than this?
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| Could you see a way out other than the road?
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| The road becomes our lives per se
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| In some sort of metaphorical way
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| Everything amounts to something we could never try to disassemble
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| (like some kind of a riddle)
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| Take your time, you must try. |
| Its your call, end it all
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| And were just caught in the middle
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| When were driving in the fast lane maybe
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| Well find a better way
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| To deal with our troubles baby
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| But until that day
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| Well go our separate ways and stop counting the days
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| Could you see a way out other than this?
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| Could you see a way out other than the road? |